The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

"The body, Mr. Thorne. We require a body." Mayor Halloway’s voice was dry as the dust that coated the linoleum floor of his office, a texture that crunched softly under the heels of your boots. You stood there, hand resting on the cold brass of your badge, feeling the weight of twenty-two years of service press against your chest like a stone. The air in the room smelled of stale tobacco and...

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